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reverienet2018-06-06 04:37 pm
oorah) wrote in reverienet2018-06-06 04:37 pm
video » un:castiglione
[ a broad man with a black hoodie pulled on over his jumpsuit appears on screen as if he’s been prodded out in front of the camera with a stick and the reality isn’t so different. there’s a dark purple ring around one of his eyes and he clears his throat nervously, gaze wide and wild as he holds his communicator steady. the backdrop of his room - identical to every other room on the station - can be seen from where he’s perching on the edge of his bed. ]
Something happened… something everyone should probably - see.
[ the picture turns to focus on a young girl sitting beside him like she grabbed his wrist and turned it forcefully. (frank doesn't react to this treatment.) the girl might be recognizable to some as that tiny teenaged girl who keeps inviting everyone to sit with her at every meal. she tends to make an impression even without the big personality, dark hair, eyes, skin, and long nose. (the rambling helps too.) she brushes her dark waves out of her face, determination written all over it. ]
They definitely have to see it, Frank! [ she insists for what sounds like the hundredth time, taking a deep breath to start her explanation. ] Okay so backstory before we show this. I live next door and heard Max barking so I rushed over to see what was up like a responsible neighbor and caught… that. To be honest I wasn’t sure it was real until I started recording. Whatever it- or whoever it was I guess is more accurate. All I know is that it was real enough that Max was spooked by it and obviously us. You’ll have to help us figure out exactly what we saw so… yeah. Let’s roll the tape and see what you guys make of her.
Her. Yeah. [ christ. frank turns so that he can film her communicator and the picture focuses on a video that starts broadcasting in a hologram. at first it’s just shakycam and a dog barking, but then the woman can be seen on screen. she’s wearing a deep blue jumpsuit, the same as theirs with the reverie terminal insignia on it. she’s maybe 50 years old at the most and stands ramrod straight, hands clasped behind her back. frank had immediately clocked her as military, or whatever the space equivalent is. she seems to lock eyes with the screen before proclaiming: ] Be ready to initiate lockdown. [ it’s audible as Max’s barks slowly peter out and kamala speaks up in the background of the video. ] I see her. So does the device.
[ a knife comes hurtling from offscreen and sails through the image of the lady ineffectually, hitting the far wall and dropping to the floor in the same instant she blinks out of existence. the video closes and frank and kamala both squeeze into the frame of the present video now. ]
Seems like some sort of recording, to us anyway... [ he shrugs. ] We figured you guys know more about space shit than we do, though. [ thus the sharing. ]
So if you're watching this, make sure to share it with everyone you've met or know since some of you have your friends here. Together we can totally figure this out.... but, mostly share it with the space people since this is probably a space thing. Bye! [ ...end scene ]
Something happened… something everyone should probably - see.
[ the picture turns to focus on a young girl sitting beside him like she grabbed his wrist and turned it forcefully. (frank doesn't react to this treatment.) the girl might be recognizable to some as that tiny teenaged girl who keeps inviting everyone to sit with her at every meal. she tends to make an impression even without the big personality, dark hair, eyes, skin, and long nose. (the rambling helps too.) she brushes her dark waves out of her face, determination written all over it. ]
They definitely have to see it, Frank! [ she insists for what sounds like the hundredth time, taking a deep breath to start her explanation. ] Okay so backstory before we show this. I live next door and heard Max barking so I rushed over to see what was up like a responsible neighbor and caught… that. To be honest I wasn’t sure it was real until I started recording. Whatever it- or whoever it was I guess is more accurate. All I know is that it was real enough that Max was spooked by it and obviously us. You’ll have to help us figure out exactly what we saw so… yeah. Let’s roll the tape and see what you guys make of her.
Her. Yeah. [ christ. frank turns so that he can film her communicator and the picture focuses on a video that starts broadcasting in a hologram. at first it’s just shakycam and a dog barking, but then the woman can be seen on screen. she’s wearing a deep blue jumpsuit, the same as theirs with the reverie terminal insignia on it. she’s maybe 50 years old at the most and stands ramrod straight, hands clasped behind her back. frank had immediately clocked her as military, or whatever the space equivalent is. she seems to lock eyes with the screen before proclaiming: ] Be ready to initiate lockdown. [ it’s audible as Max’s barks slowly peter out and kamala speaks up in the background of the video. ] I see her. So does the device.
[ a knife comes hurtling from offscreen and sails through the image of the lady ineffectually, hitting the far wall and dropping to the floor in the same instant she blinks out of existence. the video closes and frank and kamala both squeeze into the frame of the present video now. ]
Seems like some sort of recording, to us anyway... [ he shrugs. ] We figured you guys know more about space shit than we do, though. [ thus the sharing. ]
So if you're watching this, make sure to share it with everyone you've met or know since some of you have your friends here. Together we can totally figure this out.... but, mostly share it with the space people since this is probably a space thing. Bye! [ ...end scene ]
i'm sorry this is so late /o\
Camera logs from private quarters remain unavailable, if they exist at all. However, we can confirm that this message was not broadcast to any public areas.
It seems you may have been correct in your theory that this was a private order.